Verse 1:

I aint from here, disconnected/ 
Against the wind, I ain't been befriended/
Barely mentioned, disrespected/
Built on my own, I ain't been invented/

And I'm faded, on this rap dream/
Wondering, how far to take it/
I feel aimless, been mistaken/
I barely fit, one wierd arrangement/

On the benches, so I set goals/
In the trenches, till I get old/
Heads will roll, man I'm relentless/
So when I'm gone, live through a sentence/

I ain't phased, just pay the bills/
Sunny days, With winter chills/
Tell her pinch me, so I know it's real/
Until I'm six feet, it's all I feel, it's all I feel/

Chorus (Allday)

Like Wall Street in the Winter, I'm feeling colder each day/
I'd like to have this forever/
Till stock's are up, I'm Working Late/
Can't walk away, I'm Working Late/

Verse 2:

And They don't get, what I'm talking/
Missed the concept, well I ain't walking/
Still they take it, out of context/
Brain is vacant, they ain't in my conscience/

So it's god bless, I ain't movin/
Talk is nothing, see improvement/
And I don't feel, like I'm losing/
Things are so real, it's like a movement/

Co-signed by no one, you dropped the ball now/
This game is so fun, I watch you fall down/
They used to tell me, I was such a hard sell/
Don't need a pass out, I just need to laugh now/

I won't calm down, I raised the bar/
I set the standard, we're leagues apart/
Bleeding heart, and I ain't leaving/
I found my groove, and it's my season, it's my season/

Bridge (Allday)

You see the look in my eyes, the fire burning inside/
Is something that, you've never seen before/
You wouldn't know what it means, that's why you'll never be me/
When I wake up, to what I've been dreaming of/

Chorus x 1

Verse 3:

The credits roll, my final scene/
And I won't fold, the way it seems/
It's done and told, man they won't keep up/ 
I run this show now, it's my arena/ 

Lifting a barbell, though they can't tell/
Show them soul, something that's heartfelt/
Straight from nowhere, abondonded building/
To the top floor, my story's appealing/

This ain't no hobby, hotel lobby/
Duffle bag packed, I just chase that glory/
They wonder how, why I stuck around/
Till I'm underground, till the script is shelved/

And I spill more than your average rapper/ 
Till I'm at war in my 11th chapter/
Ain't no actor, I don't need a favour/
When the set says cut, guts on the paper, cos I'm a saviour/

Chorus x 2

© 2012 R. Egan / T. Gaynor / S. Sisifa